I'm sorry.
Broken
It’s a weird feeling.
Hating yourself.
Always.
I try so hard to put on a show
Always
To all of my friends
And my family
I need to be strong.
I don't want pity
I don't want to be a charity case
I’ve always been the person people come to for advice
And I’ve always been there for all my friends
And goddammit, I wish they were there for me
I me...
Thursday 9th April 2020 8:27 am
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